Birds Will Die

There are one thousand birds in the sky
Each and ever single one of them is going to die
Some will die in the solitude of their nest,
At home witht their eyes closed, the final rest
Some will die at the gun’s savage roar,
A violent sound, final descent, what bloody horror.
Some will meet their end within the jaws of a predator
A crunching of the bone, gnawing of the heart, ripping of flesh, ultra gore
But so long as they fly high,
So long as there are clouds in the sky,
So long as there is wind in their wings,
Vibrations in the air, the sea, and in all things,
They are free to live
As long as they can
Among leaves in the trees
The cascading waters
and the dancing daffodils.